While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

When I arrived at the classroom, the students were discussing it excitedly. It was the first time the law enforcement bureau had opened the floodgates. Last night, not only did the upperclassmen have a great haul, but some freshmen and sophomores had also secretly run out of the city and reportedly made tens of thousands of yuan.

"Those of us who are far behind don't need to worry about participating in the rankings. We can sell our points to the black market or to the top ten groups that want to boost their scores, and we can earn more."

"I don't know if anyone from our class went out."

"I heard Yang Ding went out; he basically doesn't participate in the group's door-to-door sweeping anymore."

"Did he get the money?"

When Yang Ding came in, everyone was looking at him.

The group members, in particular, were eagerly anticipating it.

Why are you all staring at me?

"Captain, did you find anything last night?"

"It's good enough that you came back alive. Don't just look at last night's harvest. Didn't you see that twenty or thirty students died last night?" Yang Ding replied.

He could clearly feel the dimming in his team members' eyes, and even Sun Li seemed hesitant to speak.

Sun Li is useful to Yang Ding, so he still needs to take her in; he doesn't care about the others.

Yang Ding looked at his disgruntled team members and asked, "What's wrong? You think I didn't work hard enough and didn't make you any money?"

One of the team members scratched his head and laughed, "It's actually quite dangerous for us to help you canvass the buildings. We've had zero income for almost a week, it doesn't seem right."

"Is sweeping buildings dangerous?" Yang Ding asked rhetorically.

"Last night, Class B8 discovered a fire-type parasite that burned several of its members."

"I've already earned you thirty or forty thousand yuan, isn't that enough for your hard work?"

"The past is the past; now there are new opportunities, aren't there?"

"Seeing others make money makes you think you can do it too?"

"Hehe, don't underestimate us, Brother Ding. We're quite talented, and we even have connections in the law enforcement team."

The new recruits originally followed Yang Ding because they wanted to stay safe and save their lives.

After all, the group has two experts, Huang Bingbing and Yang Ding.

But now most of the parasites have fled outside the city, so there is no longer much danger.

Fire-type characters prefer to stay hidden in the city as inside agents and usually won't attack proactively.

Their thoughts, of course, did not escape Yang Ding's notice.

Yang Ding couldn't have been happier. In this era where combat equipment had to be purchased by the individual, the less money he got, the better.

He stood up, walked to the podium, and tapped on the table.

"Okay, let's reorganize Class 22, Group 1 into a new team of about ten members. Those who want to stay and those who want to join, please come up on stage and we'll continue to split the profits according to the previous agreement. Those who don't want to can leave the team."

"If you join my team, you must obey my orders. Of course, you can leave at any time. Our goal remains to reach the top of the defense rankings and go to the royal city for the year-end feast."

The students burst into laughter almost simultaneously; his group's current score was less than 600,000, which was completely unbelievable.

Only Mao Jian came up without hesitation, and Huang Bingbing followed.

Sun Li hesitated, but she had already paid too high a price and become trapped by her contact with Team Leader Jiang and Brother Zhao's group.

Even after joining other groups, people still lusted after her body; her reputation as a cultivation prodigy had already spread throughout the entire school.

So she eventually got to go on stage.

These three were all trusted confidants that Yang Ding brought from Class C.

None of the other original members of Class 22 came up.

"Team leader, even these three trusted men aren't enough. There are still 150 floors to sweep," one of the team members laughed.

"Team leader, if you don't ask for special treatment and join us in canvassing the buildings, then we won't quit."

Mao Jian said irritably, "The reason there are still 150 floors left to sweep is because you guys are slacking off every day. Isn't it a hundred times more dangerous for Brother Ding to go hunting outside the city than sweeping the floors? What are you unhappy about?"

Yang Ding couldn't be happier for these snobs to get lost. He didn't need so many people; the hunting trip was almost entirely his achievement.

"This small team certainly can't complete the building sweeping task required by the enforcement team, but I can pay you. New team members, regardless of whether they have any hunting results, will receive a thousand dollars per night. Anyone interested?"

There are quite a few poor students in the class. A thousand a night is equivalent to a monthly salary of thirty thousand. This is the salary level of a second lieutenant in the law enforcement team. There is not much danger. What can't be done?

Don't other groups also have to canvass buildings even if they're working for free?

Dozens of people immediately raised their hands.

"Captain Yang, is this 1,000 yuan a guaranteed minimum or a buyout? If you succeed in the hunt outside the city, will we still get a share?"

"Don't be too greedy. Since you've enjoyed the risk-free benefits, the hunting results have nothing to do with you. If you perform well, I might give you tens of thousands more. If you don't perform well, you won't get a single penny, or you might even be kicked out of the team."

Even so, twenty people still rushed forward.

Yang Ding selected half of the people to join. The task assigned to their group by the enforcement team was to check the building once a month. A dozen or so people were enough.

Mao Jian was a little worried, "Brother Ding, with 30,000 yuan in hard expenses every month, and four or five months left until the end of the year, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it."

"It's alright, I have several hundred thousand on me, that's more than enough."

Sun Li, unwilling to give up, asked, "Brother Ding, will we still have a chance to make money outside the city? Will we still be able to go to the royal city?"

What do you think?

Yang Ding gave her a meaningful smile, and Sun Li, who knew men inside and out, actually understood it.

Huang Bingbing started seducing Yang Ding again, wrapping her arms around his neck and asking, "If you marry me and make me your eldest son, I can get you a spot to go to the capital."

"You're not even married into the family yet, and you're already thinking about suppressing my two wives?"

"Of course, I have the ability to do so."

Huang Bingbing was neglected by her father from a young age and hated polygamy. She wanted to create a system where one wife had multiple slaves, and her man could not have any other wives.

Once they get their hands on Yang Ding, it will be the death of Ye Rou and Fang Jing, and their child will also die.

Yang Ding grabbed her buttocks with tremendous force, causing Huang Bingbing to contort her face in pain and let out a pig-like scream.

"Ouch, that hurts! Can you fucking be gentler?"

"You overestimate yourself. Don't follow me tonight. You didn't do anything good last night."

"I saved Mao Jian's mother last night."

"That was just a small favor; you didn't manage to get any beast crystals."

"Don't push your luck. Don't think that just because I'm nice to you you can be arrogant."

Yang Ding ignored her. Tonight he was going to see Hu Feng, kill Instructor Song who attacked his wife, and take revenge on the leader of the parasites to draw hatred. Only then could he arrange the decisive battle.

But that night, Huang Bingbing still sneakily rode her bicycle and followed them.

The older siblings all felt that Yang Ding had already made contact with the Dragon Guard Imperial Army; otherwise, with the recent fierce battles and dozens of senior students killed or wounded, how come he hadn't suffered a single loss?

"He's alright because he's cunning; he never shows off and is extremely calm."

"Hmph, could he be as cunning as you?" Huang Aqing replied coldly.

"I used to think that way too, but now I can't guarantee it anymore. Finally, there's a man I can't handle."